Last night you were a dream
Fleeting and precious
Details soft at the edges
I reached for you and my fingers
Dissipated through you like vapor
-rjm
loose threads
a smattering of things
about
Jo McCrory is a writer and artist living in northern California.
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Nine times? Nine times.
What dreams may come now
Eyes green flirting with blue-gray
A lily dipped in coffee
